?For godsake,? Damek said, ?he?s a baby. He doesn?t know anything. Let?s go.?
He had gone out several steps ahead before the others began to follow. He drew even farther ahead, showing his scorn for their caution, but he drew neither bullets nor arrows. There was no one to shoot him. Akin rested his chin on Iriarte?s shoulder and savored the strange pale scents?all pale now. Humans had been gone from this place for several days. There was food spoiling in some of the houses. The scent of that grew stronger as they neared the village. Many men, a few women, spoiling food, and agoutis?the small rodents that some resisters ate.
And Oankali.
Many Oankali had been here several days ago. Did it have anything to do with Akin?s abduction? No. How could it? The Oankali would not empty a village on his account. If someone in the village had harmed him, they would certainly find that person, but they would not bother anyone else. And this emptying may have occurred before he was abducted.
?There?s nobody here,? Damek said. He had stopped, finally, in the middle of the village, surrounded by empty houses.
?I told you that a long time ago,? Iriarte muttered. ?I think it?s okay for us, though. The kid was nervous before, but he?s relaxed now.?
?Put him down,? Galt said. ?Let?s see what he does.?
?If he?s not nervous, maybe we ought to be.? Kaliq looked around warily, peered through the open doorway of a house. ?Oankali did this. They must have.?
?Put the kid down,? Galt repeated. He had ignored Akin for most of Akin?s captivity, but seemed to forget or deny Akin?s precocity. Now he seemed to want something.
Iriarte put Akin down, though Akin would have been content to stay in the man?s arms. But Galt seemed to expect something. Best to give him something and keep him quiet. Akin turned slowly, drawing breaths over his tongue. Something unusual but not likely to stimulate fear or anger.
Blood in one direction. Old human blood, dry on dead wood. No. It would do no good to show them that.
An agouti nearby. Most of these had gone?apparently either carried away by the villagers or released into the forest. This one was still in the village, eating the seedpods that had fallen from one of the few remaining trees. Best not to make the men notice it. They might shoot it. They craved meat. Within the last few days, they had caught, cooked, and eaten several fish, but they talked a great deal about real meat?steaks and chops and roasts and burgers
A faint smell of the kind of vegetable dye Humans at Lo used to write with. Writing. Books. Perhaps the people of Hillmann had left some record of the reason for their leaving.
Without speaking, the men followed Akin to the house that smelled strongest of the dye, the ink, Lilith called it. She used it so often that the smell of it made Akin see her in his mind and almost cry with wanting her.
?Just like a bloodhound,? Damek said. ?He doesn?t waste a step.?
?He eats mushrooms and flowers and leaves,? Kaliq said inconsequentially. ?It?s a wonder he hasn?t poisoned himself.?
?What?s that got to do with anything? What?s he found?? Iriarte picked up a large book that Akin had been trying to reach. The paper, Akin could see, was heavy and smooth. The cover was of polished, dark-stained wood.
?Shit,? Iriarte muttered. ?It?s in German.? He passed the book to Damek.
Damek rested the book on the little table and turned pages slowly. ?Ananas
bohnen
bananen
mangos
. This is just stuff about crops. I can?t read most of it, but it?s
records. Crop yields, farming methods
? He turned several more pages to the end of the book. ?Here?s some Spanish, I think.?
Iriarte came back to look. ?Yeah. It says
shit. Ah, shit!?
Kaliq pushed forward to look. ?I don?t believe this,? he said after a moment. ?Someone was forced to write this!?
?Damek,? Iriarte said, gesturing. ?Look at this German shit up here. The Spanish says they gave it up. The Oankali invited them again to join the trade villages, and they voted to do it. To have Oankali mates and kids. They say, ?Part of what we are will continue. Part of what we are will go to the stars someday. That seems better than sitting here, rotting alive or dying and leaving nothing. How can it be a sin for the people to continue??? Iriarte looked at Damek. ?Does it say anything like that in German??
Damek studied the book for so long that Akin sat down on the floor to wait. Finally Damek faced the others, frowning. ?It says just about that,? he told them. ?But there are two writers. One says ?We?re joining the Oankali. Our blood will continue.? But the other one says the Oankali should be killed?that to join with them is against God. I?m not sure, but I think one group went to join the Oankali and another went to kill the Oankali. God knows what happened.?
?They just walked away,? Galt said. ?Left their homes, their crops
? He began looking through the house to see what else had been left. Trade goods.
The other men scattered through the village to carry on their own searches. Akin looked around to be certain he was unobserved, then went out to watch the agouti. He had not seen one close up before. Lilith claimed they looked like a cross between deer and rats. Nikanj said they were larger now than they had been before the war, and they were more inclined now to seek out insects. They had lived mainly on fruits and seeds before, though even then they took insects as well. This agouti was clearly more interested in the insect larvae that infested the seedpods than in the pods themselves. Its forelegs ended in tiny hands, and it sat back on its haunches and used
